Johnson
The August of some untimely insanity
The quick recollection of long spent demise. Your alcohol bliss and sun-drenched
insomnia An asphalt reminder of what's left behind.
And I will ride tonight.
The memories sing of foul lines and armories Herald the champion and savor the day.
The highway abounds, the sweat seeps to drown you now
An east coast parade while the radio plays.